What if I suggest you a method to judge your day. For no monetary criteria suits the definion of success, neither any sort of distribution of power defines what it means to be a meaningful life. Modernity has already brought formalisation of human minds which are concerned with triviality of procedural wisdom. The "Agentic State" (Stanley Milgram, Obedience) of human mind is concerned to follow what is written or what is directed than what is relevant in any given condition. The "Society of Control" (Deleuze and Guattary) has reduced human agency into the state of algorithmic wisdom, a Matrix is running on where it has become an impossible task to decipher what is real or naturally driven and what is fictitious reality. Market ethics has already established a set of institutions, including juridical formations of State and other social and political institutions, coupled with enfeebling human's capabilities to think and create, have denounced human society with shameful ideological impoverishment. Knowledge creation has become a tool to create quite a few machines for certain other extraneous purposes. Justice and ethical contours of it has been stripped from its ethical content, and a market oriented necessity has transformed its semantics to merely an institution which is concerned more about market order than justice in substantial way. Be it university, hospital, or any government- private office documents are more lively than humans. Here concern is not about action but the fear of action, consequences of action. The formal mind is less acceptable to change. It can receive what is already inculcated through market ethics. Humans emancipation is not visible from the distance I can see. Only the birth of substantive reason could restore us to peace and meaningful existence.
पढ़ता हूँ हर एक दिन एक ही पन्ना, हर दिन हज़ार ये मालूम पड़ते हैं। जबसे होश संभाला है एक ही पन्ना सवांरते आया हूँ, लोग इसे ज़िन्दगी कहते हैं। इसपे लिखे हर एक लब्ज़ जो मेरे मालूम पड़ते हैं, ना जाने कितने जुबां पे चढ़े होंगे। आज हम भी कुछ पल के लिए ही सही इसके सारथी हैं, जाने से पहले कुछ रंग मेरा भी इसपे चढ़ जाए, बस इसीलिए एक ही पन्ना बार बार पलटता रहता हूँ। हर कोई अनजाने किताब की तलाश में बाहर निकलता है, जिसका हर एक पन्ना वो ख़ुद है। जब ख़ुद के रंग को समझ ही ना पाया, तो भला इंद्रधनुषी किताब के क्या मायने हैं? अस्तित्व में ना जाने कितने पन्ने बिखरे पड़े हैं, बस एक से ही अवगत हो जाऊँ, उसके हर एक शब्द को चुनता जाऊँ, कुछ पल के लिये सही, पिरोता जाऊँ एक माला ज़िन्दगी का।
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